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Moving to Canada!!!


          Not really.  Regardless who wins the election for President this coming Tuesday, I am not moving to Canada like so many others claim.  
          One, I don’t know anyone there.
          Two, I suck at French. I was so bad at it that I dropped out of the class during my second week as a college freshman.
          Three, I cannot stand the cold.  I become totally physically disabled when it comes to cold weather.
          Regardless of who becomes President of the United States (and I do not like either one of the two major candidates), I am stuck here in the US of A along with all the other inmates.
          I could try moving to Mexico but I don’t know anyone there.  My Spanish is notably not my first language, and the heat might be bearable but the crime cartels might mistake me for a rich American and no one in my family has enough cash to pay a ransom for my safe return. At least, that would be their excuse.
          I guess I will take my chances here regardless of who wins.
There might be some benefit to that.  If the folks who claim they are abandoning the US if their choice for Prez is not chosen actually follow through with their boasts that means half of the complainers, bullies, and boasters will be gone and the rest of us can get on with our lives.

I am counting on their promises about as much as I am counting on the promises made by the Presidential candidates 
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  1. UnknownNovember 7, 2016 at 9:26 AM

    A person commenting on the NPR TEDTalk hour said that the USA is the biggest social experiment ever. Our goal is an inclusive, multicultural democratic republic. The world is rooting for us to be successful, because no other country has achieved this. Our election is watched worldwide.

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  2. Raquel Martina MartinezNovember 7, 2016 at 3:06 PM

    That is true. Our haters want us to fail; the dreamers want us to succeed. I am with the dreamers.

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